"Yes!" he answered coldly. "Rojanow is again in Germany."
"Since the declaration of the war?"
"Yes, he came—"
"In order to enter the army? O, I knew it!"
The prince looked at her in great surprise.
"You knew it, baroness? I supposed you only knew Hartmut through me, and considered him a Roumanian!"
The young widow's face flushed as she realised how unwise she had been to make this outcry, but she answered quickly:
"I learned to know who Herr Rojanow was last winter when he was at Rodeck. I have known his father, however, for many long years, and the—I take it for granted that your highness knows the whole story?"
"Yes, I know it all," said Egon in a hopeless tone.
"Colonel Falkenried was a near friend of my father, and a constant guest at our house. I had never heard of his son, and took it for granted that he was childless, until that frightful hour at Rodeck, on the day of my husband's death. I was witness to the painful conversation between father and son."